The sun rises from the horizon,
Lavenders emit their pure fragrance.
When the breeze brushes them,
she sat admiring,
the spectacle of colors and sensations,
Look and see her sitting there,
In his own presence,
Sad, alone, and not wanting to continue,
Even if its surroundings are colorful,
The only thing she sees is something off,
Off like the night
Even if it's daytime,
She is alone,
His tears run down his lovely face,
They touch lavenders,
Which are the only ones that accompany her,
And see what no one else has been able to see.
-Strawmary.
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